Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant - Poem by Charles Bukowski

—he's a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar

he tends to lean into cars as he
transacts business

first time I met him, he said,
"hey! ya gonna make a
killin'?"

"maybe," I answered.

next meeting it was:
"hey, Ramrod! what's
happening?"

"very little," I told
him.

next time I had my girlfriend with me
and he just
grinned.

next time I was
alone.

"hey," he asked, "where's the young
chick?"

"I left her at home...."

"Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped
you!"

and the next time
he really leaned into the car:

"what's a guy like you doing driving a
BMW! I'll bet you inherited your
money, you didn't get this car with your
brains!"

"how'd you guess?" I
answered.

that was some weeks ago.
I haven't seen him lately.
feIlow like that, chances are he just moved on
to better
things.


Comments about My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant by Charles Bukowski

  • (8/18/2017 12:16:00 AM)


    Ah Yes! Bukowski found friends everywhere. And there's a good chance he ran into his friend elsewhere. Loved the poem! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (5/13/2016 5:03:00 AM)


    Short story but good I reckon he moved to a bigger parking lot. (Report) Reply

  • (4/3/2010 7:57:00 PM)


    hopefully, we all move on to better things. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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